He wouldn't suddenly have a change of heart towards Cen Yue.
Huo Tianqi curled his lips and said, "He also asked me to say something nice to you and to flatter you more often."
After Cen Anguo left, all his houses were taken back.
Many privileges disappeared overnight.
Cen Lao Er is not a fool. He will not let go of this opportunity to curry favor with Cen Yue by using the old man's relics.
Cen Lao Er has already made a lot of money in his hands by using the old man's name.
He is more concerned about the continuation of rights.
The old man actually saved quite a bit of money.
Plus one-time pension, special payment for meritorious service and special pension.
The temptation is great.
"You don't know how reluctant my father-in-law was when I took the passbook."
Cen Lao Er's eyes never left the passbook in Huo Tianqi's hand.
But he understood that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing your child.
Song Yiyi had no intention of touching these things.
Cen Yue has to decide all of this when he returns.
Song Yiyi never wrote to that place, but all she talked about were trivial matters.
There is a mention of Cheng Cheng in the letter.
There is Song Minghui who, on behalf of the district and county, selflessly shared his experience with compatriots from all over the country.
It’s all daily life.
I don't know if her words 'don't trust them' made sense.
But our army actually predicted the enemy's situation.
As soon as Cen Yue and his men arrived, the enemy launched a fake ceasefire and a real sneak attack.
We discovered it.
Thousands of enemies were killed while only a few were wounded.
In March of the same year, our army eliminated many enemy strongholds.
In August, a large-scale defensive battle broke out and the enemy retreated in panic.
During the rotation, Cen Yue finally sent a letter back.
Song Yiyi finished reading it, holding back her tears.
She promised Cen Yue not to cry.
Song Minghui called and Song Yiyi went back home.
The hometown made the second batch of material donations.
This time it was organized by Song Minghui.
Cheng Cheng's sun-tanned hands were black, "Mom, I miss you so much."
She snuggled into Song Yiyi's arms and refused to come out.
The aunt whose son had become a monk came to the house and brought a few bowls of noodles.
Chengcheng ate it with great relish.
Song Yiyi also ate with relish.
It still tastes like my childhood.
At night, Cheng Cheng hugged Song Yiyi's neck and whispered to her, "Mom, grandma said she's fine and asked you not to worry about her."
Song Yiyi paused for two seconds before realizing what it meant.
She pulled Chengcheng aside and asked him several times.
The answers are all the same.
Song Yiyi asked again: "Baby, what does grandma look like?"
Cheng Cheng answered without hesitation: "She looks just like Mom! So beautiful. My aunt looks like me... She smiled at me and gave me candy."
As she spoke, she reached into her clothes and took out a longevity lock.
Song Yiyi instantly burst into tears.
She bought this for her sister!
My sister left it to Chengcheng!
She thought silently in her heart, as long as she lived well, that was good.
The next day, Song Minghui said, "Our baby went out for a walk in the village and got a longevity lock around her neck. I thought she was just like you, using it to coax other children."
"I've asked around in my village several times, but no one knows what this thing is."
Song Minghui was puzzled.
He was afraid that the thing came from a bad source, so he wanted Chengcheng to pick it off, but Chengcheng cried and made a fuss and refused.
She insisted that this was given to her by her grandmother.
Song Minghui had no choice but to ask a silversmith to check the item and make sure there was no problem before letting her go.
Cen Yue and his friends didn't come back until December.
The journey is coming to an end.
The first snow of winter fell that day. Chengcheng was wrapped up like a rice dumpling by Song Yiyi and walked around the yard to watch the snow.
Song Minghui was making a snowman next to him.
"Grandpa, get fatter!"
Cheng Cheng blindly ordered, "Make it fatter, the snowman must be fat!"
Turning around, Cheng Cheng was like a penguin, twisting and turning as he ran forward, shouting excitedly, "Dad! Dad..."
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